Archives for posts with tag: Location: DR3DR

Cuckooland, 2013

Cuckooland, 2013

This was taken on Kingsway, London, UK.

Cuckooland  is an album by Robert Wyatt. It was released in 2003.
It was my first step into the world of Robert Wyatt and what a wonderful surprise. He is possessed of one of the most achingly, beautifully sad voices. He used to be in Soft Machine, and then Matching Mole, but I think I prefer him as a solo artist and he seems to get better with each new album.

Robert Wyatt is another artist who divides opinion, so I won’t go on…here’s the fourth track from the album, Forest.

In our house, this CD can be found: dining room, right-hand bookshelves, third shelf down.

* * *

Thanks to the usual suspects (John, Deanne and Terry) for title shenanigans and Richard at CK Ponderings for being a super-cool collaborator. Our latest collaboration was posted on Richard’s blog last Sunday. Check it out.

England’s Dreaming, 2012

This was taken near Covent Garden, London, UK.

England’s Dreaming  is a history of the Sex Pistols and punk by Jon Savage. It was published in 1991.

I bought this book when it came out and read it cover to cover. At the time I wasn’t a big Pistols fan (and I still prefer The Damned if I’m honest)*, but I was fascinated by the way Punk blossomed and died within a year, leaving a huge legacy (and a lot of people hanging around precincts accusing each other of selling out). Jon Savage writes in a really engaging and authoritative way and weaves a great narrative while maintaining nitty gritty detail. It made me revisit the Pistols, so I guess it did its job.

Here’s the first paragraph:

It is the early seventies. All the participants of what will be called Punk are alive, but few of them know each other. They will come together in 1976 and 1977 in a network of relationships as complicated as the rabbit-warren London slums of Dickens’ novels. The other beginnings of Punk – the musical texts, vanguard manifestos, pulp fictions – already exist, but first we need the location, the vacant space where, like the buddleia on the still plentiful bombsites, these flowers can bloom.

In our house, this book can be found: dining room, right-hand bookshelves, third shelf down.

* and The Fall, of course, but Mark E. Smith denies they were ever punk. And PiL, who came after the Sex Pistols.

* * *

Thank as always,  John and Deanne and Terry for title shenanigans and Richard at CK Ponderings for being a super-cool collaborator. Check Richard’s blog for our latest!

The Frequency of Souls, 2012

This was taken outside Covent Garden tube station in London, UK.

The Frequency of Souls is a novel by Mary Kay Zuravleff. It was published in 1996.

I haven’t read this book, but Nikki has and raves about it (and she introduced me to the work of Margaret Atwood, so I trust her judgement). So, without further ado, here’s the skinny on this one:

George is about to be forced to re-evaluate everything in his life from love and family, to science itself. George is about to get a new office mate, Niagara Spence, with whom he will become obsessed. Niagara is on a quest for electrical evidence of life after death.

And here’s the first paragraph:

Ever since he had built his first radio set from glass tubes and a spool of lead, George Mahoney remained convinced that the universe was soldered together with logic. That, in essence, was his philosophy, though there were corollaries, too: all supernatural phenomena, including what passed for miracles, were explicable; the dead were no longer among us; stars contained no truths for our future and so on. This dogma had sustained him through such head trips as the Vietnam era, college during the early seventies, and sixteen years of marriage. Lately, however, in the slow afternoons when he was supposed to be advancing the cause of refrigerator design, George found himself watching his new office mate and reviewing his belief system.

In our house, the book can be found: dining room, left-hand bookshelves, third shelf down.

* * *

Thanks to John and Deanne, who got me titling. Extra thanks to Deanne for  tag ideas. Ta too to Terry for sending me bookshelfwards in search of ideas, and to Richard at CK Ponderings for being a cool collaborator. A round-up of our last 5 collaborations will be published this Sunday on Richard’s blog. Please check it out!

The Light of Day, 2012

This was taken somewhere in London, UK.

The Light of Day is a novel by Graham Swift. It followed his 1996 Booker Prize winning, Last Orders. The Light of Day was published in 2003.

The copy we’ve got is an uncorrected proof. I’m not sure where it came from, and I’ve never attempted to read it; I’m not sure why. Nikki hasn’t read it either, and there’s no entry for it on Wikipedia, so I can’t tell you much about it.

Here’s the first paragraph:

“Something’s come over you.” That’s what Rita said, over two years ago now, and now she knows it wasn’t just a thing of the moment. Something happens. We cross a line, we open a door we never knew was there. It might never have happened, we might never have known. Most of life, maybe, is only time served.

In our house, the book can be found: dining room, left-hand bookshelves, third shelf down.

* * *

Thanks to John and Deanne, who got me titling. Extra thanks to Deanne for  inspiring elements of these posts, and I strongly advise you to check out her blog. Ta very much Terry for sending me to the bookshelf in search of ideas, and to Richard at CK Ponderings for being a cool collaborator. Our latest was published last Sunday on Richard’s blog. Please check it out!